You, her selfish prayers were interrupted by a brusque voice. The princess almost scread from shock, but the man who had snuck up onto her covered her mouth with his hand.
I cant die like this! Not like this!Beatrice attempted to elbow her opponents side. However, the voice reassured her.
Its . Maximillian.
Beatrice couldnt believe that the man who appeared so suddenly in the middle of the night would be her awful stepbrother. She realized that this would be her last mont. She began trembling in fear, to which her brother removed his hand.
Whats with the shaking? Its not even cold out here.
Realizing Max was completely calm, Beatrice blushed in embarrassnt. M-mind your own business! By the way, I see you have no courtesybreaking into soones room like this.
Frowning, he retorted, Do you think I want to be here? Im only here to give you this.
Beatrice tensed up as Max took sothing out of a pouch. She was afraid that it would be another terrible pranka spider, a snake, or perhaps an inconsiderate object like a weapon unfit for a lady like her. Her eyes widened when she saw what Max revealed. It was just an ordinary box. She stared at the container with curious and surprised eyes.
Take it, he said. Swallowing nervously, she took the box. She wondered what the item had to be to make Max get it for her himself. She was about to open the box when he comnted, Just so you know, dont be so reckless with it. Only use it when youre in danger.
With those words, Max jumped off the balcony. Frowning, Beatrice complained silently.
After all, her brother was the most dangerous threat to her. When she carefully opened the box, she spotted a silver object. After observing the unfamiliar item for a while, she checked the instruction manual. The short but aningful phrase read:
The Fyodor Whistle will now protect you at all tis!
Beatrice smiledshe couldnt believe this tiny thing was a tool made for self-defense. Still, the stamp showed that it was obviously from the Fyodor Workshopthe best one in the capital.
To care for your enemys safety What a weirdo.
Beatrice stood with a rather unpleasant expression for a mont then wore the whistle around her neck. She went into her room and looked in the mirrorshe was quite satisfied with the gifts aesthetics.
I guess I have no choice but to accept it. Its my birthday present, after all.
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Slamming the arm of his throne, the emperor yelled harshly. What was that? He turned down my offer?
Count Nigel from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs bowed. It seems the case, Your Majesty.
That b*stard! He must think hes sothingbeing the head of those southern barbariansto reject my favor! The emperor gritted his teeth. He had suggested to Lagons monarch that they have a drink together during the banquet. Nevertheless, the foreign king had refused the proposal.
Could it be that he noticed what I was planning?
Despite their constant lack of food, Lagon was a country rich in resources. Unfortunately, they did not trade or communicate much with the Assiette empire. This was why the emperor had tried to ally through marriage to offer a new trade route.
Damn you! he simred with rage. The original plan was to pour the foreign king drinks until he fell asleep. The emperor was then going to push his drunken daughter into the bedroom. Regardless of whether or not anything happened, Beatrices honor would be tarnished once she slept in the sa room with an outsider. Such would make an excellent reason for the emperor to force the marriage.
In any case, he had not expected Lagons king to refuse. The emperor contemplated on what to do for a mont then smiled slyly.
I will just have to find another way to fulfill my goals.
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